~Supper Time

Chapter 3

"That should be it then."

Sylvia bowed to Bilbo before climbing on to her wargon. She was still very much against this whole thing and would rather knock her king out cold so he couldn't go but even she was not that bold and knew better, it was for the best. Even if it was a bit suicidal. She took hold of the reigns and gave one last look at her sire.

"Please come back okay your highness" she requested her tone sad.

Bilbo could only nod. He knew better than to make any promises for fear he could not keep them. Never make promises you can't make. He learned that a long time ago. He will not make that mistake.

Sylvia Cornfeed looked on forward and with one kick, she sped off. Riding on Kiki -her wargon- she rode of towards the castle. Saradoc was making preparations for Drogo's temporary rule. The plan was ready. Saradoc would say the king was immensely ill and no one should come see him for the sickness was highly contagious unless with the right precautions so his cousin Drogo would have to take charge of ruling as he had declared until he would heal from his sickness. Saradoc assured him that any of his pig faced relatives will not get near the throne or Drogo and his family.

The hobbit king waved his old friend and captain farewell. He turned away to face his favorite place of his childhood. Bag End. It was not just any hole in the ground but a hobbit hole which means all the comforts of home. His father had built it for his mother to call her own home since her parents had died and she preferred having her own space. Once they got married it was still taken care of and he came here when he was young and was sick of the castle. The castle was filled with people who always babied him and kept an eye on him, he could never feel free. This place was were he often hanged out.

After his coronation he never had much time to came back here but he tried to make time and come visit. He made sure servants came and dusted and cleaned the place twice a week. So it should still look like it always had.

Grabbing the doorknob he noticed the mark Gandalf had left on the door. It was a mark that would identify this was the place the company would meet so they knew this was the place. Although it irritated him he let it go. Gandalf had left shortly to who knows where but would come back sooner or later.

He came inside his mother's old home and he often considered it as his home also. He took a breath as he looked around the large house of his past. So many memories here, memories of his mother. Her old things were still here and her parents things as well. The books, scrolls and weapons his mother had bought back was in the other room. The two axes still hanged on the wall without a speck of dust.

Food was ready. He wondered if it was enough. He didn't know how much dwarves ate so he wasn't too sure how much food to put on the table. In hobbit standards it was enough for a group of hobbit bounders so he just had to hope it was enough. The fire was blazing and everything was organized just as he wanted. He had changed out of his royal garments and into more common clothes that made him blend in with the shire folk.

His trail of thought was stopped when he heard a loud knock from the door. Actually knock was a weak word more like strong banging came from the door. He took a couple of deep breathes and strolled towards the door. He checked himself over before opening the door.

He was met with a fierce, weapon carrying dwarf. He was noticeably taller than him and bald. He bowed after a small grunt.

"Dwalin son of Fundin, at your service." he greeted gruffly.

Bilbo bowed "Bilbo Baggins at yours, come in." he said stepping aside for him to come in.

"Has anyone arrived yet?" the dwarf Dwalin asked coming in.

"No, your the first" Bilbo answered closing the door "Follow me, I'll show you were supper is."

"He said there would be food."

"I'm guessing Gandalf is he, he said thirteen of you would be coming?"

"Aye."

"Well I'm not sure if this much food would suffice for thirteen dwarves, is it?" He asked gesturing to the table that was stacked with piles and piles of food. He cooked some himself just for the joy of cooking. He had his best wine out from the cellars in the castle.

When he looked at the dwarf for any confirmation he saw that Dwalin had his eyes wide and jaw down. The strong and delicious aroma of the food was enough for anyone's mouth to water and drool. Bilbo prayed it was a positive sign.

"Um, Master Dwalin?" He waved a hand in front of the dwarf.

Dwalin snapped out of dazing at the food and looked at Bilbo "Er, yes it is very much enough." he said.

"Thank goodness then, make yourself at home and help yourself." he said.

He nodded and Bilbo left the dwarf in dinning room to feast.

A few minutes later he heard another knock from the time it wasn't so strong. He came over and opened the door and his sight met with an elderly dwarf with white hair and beard. Said dwarf gave him a polite smile and bowed.

"Balin at your service." he greeted.

"Bilbo at yours" Bilbo bowed "Lovely weather today huh?"

"Yes well, it looks like it would rain soon." he said looking at the sky.

"Seems so, come in then. While the food is still warm."

Balin followed him in and Bilbo showed him to the dinning room where Dwalin was busy stuffing his face with food. When he saw Balin he got up immediately. Bilbo had to raise a brow when they butted heads. Strange.

"You should see the feast Master Baggins has prepared us." Dwalin said pointing at the dinning table filled with plates of food.

"This...this is quite the feast Master Baggins, thank you." Balin said as he saw the food crammed together on the table.

"You are most welcome, please enjoy." he said.

Another few minutes later there was another knock on the door. It was much louder like there were two persons knocking on the door at the same time. When Bilbo opened the door he was faced with two young dwarfs. A blond and a brunette.

"Fili-"

"-Kili-"

"-at your service!" They said in unison smiling brightly.

Bilbo let out a chuckle and bowed as well "Bilbo at yours, come in please."

He was just about to make way for them when he saw their muddy boots. His Baggins blood instantaneously kicked in.

"Wait just a minute!" He ordered with his voice that had ordered dozens of servants and knights.

The two immediately halted after hearing the authoritative voice that was similar to a general's. It was slightly surprising it came from the small hobbit in front of them.

"Boots off now!" Bilbo ordered and gave a scowling look "Please tell me you didn't get those from running through the locals gardens?"

When he saw Fili look away and Kili smile sheepishly he wanted to facepalm but just sighed. The hobbits who owned those gardens will not be happy. Hobbits prided themselves of their gardens.

The two began to take of their footware as Bilbo looked outside for any angry hobbits stomping towards Bag End with pitchforks and torch in hand. Thankfully he saw none of that and returned his attention to the two young dwarrows.

"Can we go now?" They whined like fauntlings after taking their boots off and setting them near the door.

Bilbo nodded satisfied "You better do come in, before a group of mad hobbits come for you with pitchforks." he warned and stepped aside to let them come in.

The two looked at each other before looking behind them if said hobbits with pitchforks were coming their way and gulped. They quickly came in the house. Bilbo shut the door and wondered if they could get out of Shire before the hobbits notice where the two rascals who messed with their gardens were at.

"Here, mind taking these for me for a while." he was suddenly handed heavy iron weapons and he nearly stumbled down under the weigh "Careful, I just got them waxed." said the brunette named Kili.

"Nice place you have here." Fili who was the blonde one commented looking around "Built it yourself?" He asked.

"No, my father did." he said after grunting from the weigh of the weapons.

Fili looked at him with a concerned look in his eyes "You need any help?" He asked worried for the hobbit -which he found enchantingly pretty; shiny emerald eyes that could light up a dark room, a shock of beautiful curly golden brown locks, long perfectly curved eyelashes, an adorable button nose, cute chubby cheeks, pink rosy lips plump like the ripest strawberry and features so delicate and soft he feared they would break when he would smile... forget pretty the little thing was beautiful to his eyes.

"Master Fili? Hello? Um, Master Fili?" Bilbo repeated over and over trying to get Fili's attention, he seemed preoccupied at the moment staring at him.

"MIDDLE EARTH TO FILI!" Kili shouted right in his ear.

Fili immediately came back to reality blinking. He saw Bilbo and his brother giving him questioning looks.

"Oh, sorry...you were saying?" He asked looking at Bilbo.

"I said I didn't need any help, handing your weapons to take care of is a sign of trust." Bilbo said still wondering what the blonde dwarf was thinking of so deeply that he did not seem to be in this world, "That's what my father always said."

"And true he is." Kili claimed grinning and then looked at his brother with a quizzical expression "You dazed off just then, what's the matter?"

"Oh, uh it's nothing, nothing at all." he said waving the question away like a fly "Hey is that dinner I smell?" He said rather too quickly.

"Ah yes, two of your kin had already arrived, they are in the dinning room." said Bilbo "Hurry while the food's still warm."

Kili instantly hurried off to join Dwalin and Balin who they could hear their voices from where they were. Fili hesitated a little glancing at Bilbo before going after his brother. Bilbo was squirming a little by the weigh of the weapons and hurriedly placed them down in a safe area.

Then another knock came from the door.

"Please have lighter weapons." he prayed and went to open the door.

He had opened the door just a little and then a pile of dwarves had hurled through and fell on the floor with loud grunts and wheezes. Gandalf stood outside crouching down to see Bilbo looking down at the pile of bodies that were on his floor. He looked up at Gandalf with a look that said 'These are really them?'. Gandalf just smiled his eyes glinting with amusement.

Bilbo pinched the bridge of his nose. Quest for Erebor, he did not want to envision how it will go right now...

Dwarves. Bilbo had noted seemed to lacked some...table manners.

He had a difficult time trying not to worry how he had to accompany these people to journey to a place that was miles and miles away and stand their behavior. They threw perfectly good food -which he cooked himself!-, were unbearably loud and drank like dogs. He stood outside the room full of dwarrows his arms crossed, leaning on to the wall and watched them silently.

Gandalf came and stood crouching down beside him "Ah Bilbo, enjoy meeting the dwarves?" He asked drinking his tiny wine glass that was emptied after one gulp. He frowned at that.

Bilbo gave him a bemused look "They have quite the behavior."

"Yes, a very merry gathering is it not?" Gandalf said cheerily.

Bilbo snorted.

At the table filled with dwarrows who feasted on the delicious food and often threw food at each other cheered. Kili had enjoyed seeing the familiar faces again and so did Fili who he had just noticed glanced at the hobbit standing outside the dinning room with Gandalf. Raising a curious brow he stared at his brother who did not seem to notice his stare and returned to cheering along with the other dwarves.

"I presume you have everything planned ready?" Gandalf asked Bilbo.

"All set, I assume his majesty still hasn't arrived?"

"No it seems, I heard he had some things to see before this."

"As in a meeting?"

"According to my memory yes, I think he mentioned a meeting he needed to attend to."

"Excuse me," a dwarf with a short beard and a bowl hair cut approached them with a late in his hand, "Sorry to interrupt but what shall I do with my plate?" He sounded quite timid. Bilbo knew right there he had found at least one dwarf with some manners, and he seemed to be a young one.

Bilbo planned to just take the dish and clean it himself, and maybe introduce himself to this young dwarf. He needed to mingle with these rambunctious group in order to get along with them in future times during the journey. No use being complete strangers with them the entire trip. Then, Fili walked in. If Bilbo had the power to read minds, he might have understood the way the blond dwarf's eyes glint with mischief and need to impress him.

"Here Ori, give it here." The plate was taken and before Bilbo knew what was happening, the dwarves started throwing the plates and cups rather than just food. The time he saw them juggling his mother's silver wear, his heart skipped a beat.

"B-be careful! You'll blunt them!" Big mistake.

"Ooooh! You here that lads? He said we'll blunt the knives!" Bofur proclaimed and the dwarves laughed.

By this amount of disrespect, he would have blown a gasket and ordered them then and there to put down the plates and cups. This kind of treatment was foreign to him, being royalty and all. Then a hand was placed on his shoulder, it held back his voice from yelling. Gandalf whispered, "As you will be travelling with them you must understand them. This is their way of showing their gratitude to their host."

"Gratitude?!" Bilbo blanched, " Why I-"

"They are a different race your majesty, please know there will be culture clashes in the future. Dwarves are different, this is how they were raised. The sooner you accept that, the better we will be off."

Bilbo sometimes wished the wizard wasn't right all the time. These people had dissimilar ways of being brought up. For all he knew they might even find him wearing no foot wear outrageous! And that would be very odd for a hobbit to hear.

While the house was filled with loud laughter and cheering along with a bemused hobbit and a meddling wizard there was one dwarf standing out at the doorstep. Inside there came a loud knocking. It made everyone go quiet amd the house fallen into silence. Bilbo turned to the doors direction and glanced at Gandalf who had an unreadable look on his face.

"He is here."

Bilbo steeling himself opened the door. His vision collided with striking blue eyes that pierced his entire being. The dwarf king, Thorin Oakensheild stood on his doorstep himself looking majestic under the moonlight.

Bilbo by all his standards was a bit intimidated under the intense stare of the dwarven king. He had no doubt this was the king Gandalf had told him about. Tall, broad and broodingly handsome. He had no doubts indeed.

"Nice of you to join us Master Oakensheild." Gandalf spoke behind Bilbo.

"Gandalf, you said this place was easy to find." Thorin said coming in eyes not leaving Bilbo for more than a moment "I got lost two times on my way here...if it wasn't for that mark on the door."

'Got lost? Who on middle earth can get lost in the Shire? Even foreigners can find places here easily!' He thought but did not dare say it out loud. But he took a note to self: This dwarf has no sense of directions.

He was really starting to worry about this quest if a dwarf who got lost in the Shire twice was suppose to lead them to Erebor. He was glad he had not promised Sylvia or Saradoc anything about this quest.

Gandalf came in between them and put a hand on Bilbo's shoulder. Bilbo stood as dignified as he could. The dwarf may be majestic and brooding but he was refined and poised. He did not know in other people's eyes he was seen as adorable, delicate, soft, huggable and well...small; especially to a certain blonde. The dwarrows had already gathered in the room watching the exchanged.

"Bilbo may I have the honor of introducing you to the head of the company Thorin Oakensheild" Gandalf gestured to Thorin who's eyes were still on the hobbit king.

Bilbo nodded trying not to show any sign of being affected by the striking eyes that would not leave him "Bilbo Baggins, at your service your majesty" he said bowing respectfully.

Thorin gave a nod of acknowledgment "So this is the hobbit" he said sounding skeptical and circled around Bilbo examining him.

Bilbo knew he was being sized up. He would have not been worried if he had wore his crown but no, he had to go on this journey without it. He had to earn his respect without royalty.

"How much fighting have you had?"

"I have had my fair share" he replied with a placid face.

"Really now? Sword or axe?" Came the next question.

"Sword and dagger." and a few throwing knives. It was true, of course being king he had to be trained for combat. He had been training with the sword and various other weapons since he was a fauntling. The Shire wasn't always a peaceful place. It had its dark days and events.

Thorin and also the rest of the dwarrows looked surprised and slightly shocked. Bilbo's mouth twitched when he saw their reactions. Why is it so hard to believe?! He did not look that helpless and weak right? He heard Gandalf snicker and he sent a freezing glare at him.

Gandalf stopped at once and coughed before saying "Well now that were all here why don't we get down to business."

The dwarrows had bombarded the dwarf king with questions about how the meeting with the other dwarven tribes went as he ate. By the sound of it Bilbo deduced not so well.

When they brought out the map he had came closer and took a good look at it.

"Ancient dwarvish." he mumbled quietly as he recognized what was written on the map.

"What?" Balin asked "You said something lad?"

"Huh? Oh it was nothing." he lied. They did not need to know how he recognized ancient dwarvish. He couldn't understand it but he could recognize it. All the books he had read in the library inside the castle had showed him all the languages of different races. He learned some but not ancient dwarvish.

Gandalf had explained the whole mission. The mountain, the key, the other way in the mountain, and then the dragon. When the topic of the dragon came there was an uproar among the dwarrows until Thorin silenced them.

"That's where our burglar comes in." Gandalf said as they got back on the topic on how they would get past the dragon gaurding the treasure inside the mountain.

Eyes landed on the hobbit king -though they had no clue he was a king- who had was not the least bit affected by the attention, he was king of the Shire, he was used to attention.

"Burglar?" He asked giving Gandalf an are-you-serious-?-look.

Gandalf shrugged.

Bilbo sighed, a simple commoner hobbit would have been fine but a burglar. He was going undercover as a burglar "Is there a contract I need to sign?"

He was greeted by surprised looks. The company was not expecting the fragile looking hobbit to accept so easily. One of them was already feeling worried, fearing what would happen to the little cute hobbit.

"Actually yes, there is" Gandalf said giving Thorin a pointed look.

"Show him the contract" Thorin orderd.

Bilbo was handed the contract by Balin.

"Just a little something, funeral arrangements, life insurance" he said casually.

Bilbo scanned through the contract "Eviceration, annhialation, incineration?"

"Do you really want to read anymore?" Gandalf whisperd to him in his ear.

He really wished he didn't need to go, oh how he did...but there was his kingdom to think about. If he did stay, he would doom them all and if he did not got with the company then there goes their chances of getting their homes back. That last thought made Bilbo soften.

"I guess not" he mutterd back to Gandalf who nodded.

He looked up to see the expecting looks of the dwarrows. They were waitting for his answer. He didn't like it but he both needed and was compelled to go. Well, there was his life insurance.

"I'll go get my quill to sign this then" he said and the company of dwarves cheered victoriously.

Bilbo chuckled at their antics and left to go find a quill and a bottle of ink in his study. He wonderd how things were going in the castle. Saradoc was probably showing his replacment the things he needed to to, the duties he had to fufill and making sure Lobelia was nowhere near his chambers or Drogo and his family. That last part made Bilbo worry about his head scribe.

Sylvia must be tightening security around the castle, with Bilbo gone she needed to be more cautiouse than she already was these past months. The general of the Shire knights must be demanding answers. Sylvia will have no trouble with General Scrotto but he hoped he doesn't break anything out of rage because someone had failed to come to him and tell him about the whole decision his king made to go on a wild quest with a high chance of dying for the sake of the kingdom. Bilbo reassured himself the general would understand. He cared for the Shire as much as Bilbo did.

Back in the dinning area the dwarrows were talking amongst themselves.

"He took that rather well"

"Indeed, I thought he would atleast faint"

"I thought so too"

"A brave little thing isn't he?"

"Is he really skilled enough to get past a dragon Gandalf?" Fili asked the old wizard. Out of all on the dwarrows he had the most concern for their burglar.

"Hobbits are incredibly light on their feet and the dragon has never smelled the scent of a hobbit making him perfectly immune of being traced" Gandalf answerd smoking his pipe "Especially this hobbit"

Thorin gave him a questioning gaze "What makes this hobbit so special?" He asked.

Gandalf leaned in close "More than you think." was all he said before he returned to smoking his pipe with a look he could not read.

"I will not be responsible for his death." Thorin whisperd to Gandalf.

"Understood." Gandalf nodded.

"I signed it"

Bilbo had returned from his study with the contract signed with his signature. Balin had come and checked the contract over.

"Everything seems to be in order, welcome Bilbo Baggins to the company of Thorin Oakensheild." he said and shook Bilbo's hand as the rest of the company -excluding Thorin- cheered once more.

Bilbo took a seat on his armchair next to Gandalf. He was going to feel a bit homesick on the journey. He was going to miss a lot of things but missing the Shire was not what he was really dwelling on, it was his worry. Without him here his people would start feeling unsafe and even fearful in the Shire kingdom. He decided to take his kind of that topic.

"Master Burglar." the head of the company called.

'Master Burglar?' Bilbo thought feeling a bit offended but shook it off. He might of signed up for it but he had a name!

"Yes?" He said and poured as much politeness as he could.

Gandalf looked at the hobbit king as if he was going to go and bash the dwarf hing on the head with a frying pan for showing him such disrespect. Which Bilbo found possible.

"Now that you are in this company of mine, I was wondering if you would answer a few of my questions about you kind" he said giving him a look that was dead serious yet looked almost...angry?

He straightened in his armchair. His eyes narrowed in weariness as to why he was curious of his race. A few other dwarves -the older ones- leaned in wanting to hear what the burglar had to say. They had looks Bilbo could not place but it was clear they were eager to know.

"And those questions are?" He asked warily.

The older dwarrows exchanged glances at each other and Thorin zeroed his eyes on the hobbit king.

"I'm sure you know about the day the dragon Smaug had attacked our kingdom and stole what was ours." there was a pause before continuing "Since your kin had been there."

The hobbit king's eyes widened. So until now they still remember. He made eye contact with Gandalf who gave him a silent message saying 'Tell them'. He bit his lip. Should he really? It was not their business. Gandalf wanted to order Bilbo to tell them already out loud but he knew hobbits had secrets. They may look like simple people but they had secrets that would make a shiver go down your spine.

Bilbo saw the looks he was getting from both Gandalf and the dwarrows and gave in. He breathed in deeply before starting to talk.

"I see you still remember but no matter, what is it you want to ask me about my kin? Why we helped you when Smaug attacked?"

"We are a little curious about that but no, what I'm really curious is where did your kin disappear to after aiding us?"

"Back to their home, the Shire." came the answer.

"Why?"

"They were not really expecting to go and help a kingdom of dwarves flee from a dragon and were in a hurry to get back to their own kingdom."

"They were only passing by?"

"Well yes, from what I've heard, they had a meeting with the elves in Imladris and planned to go back but when they were just about to leave the message of a kingdom of dwarves was being destroyed was heard and they change their destination to Erebor" Bilbo explained recalling the stories his mother and father had told him. It was Bilbo's father who had came to their aid along with Belladonna Took and a small army of knights. They defended bravely against the dragon and lived to tell the tale.

"Just like that? They didn't hesitate to think about their lives and just went to help a race they never even had contact with?" Asked Kili looking at the hobbit king with awe and a little respect.

"Hobbits, value our home. And yours was being destroyed. They hesitated, yes but they went to your aid in the end."

He received new found looks of gratitude, wonder and respect. He loved the story of when his parents went and fought the dragon and survived. He never got tired of listening to it being told over and over again. Then his parents died and the duties was passed on to him and he ditched the thought of fighting, he cared for peace among his people from the moment the crown was placed on his head.

"We tried contacting you, to give a proper thanks but...your kind never responded, never came out of their kingdom or even made any outside contact, what happened?"

Bilbo stiffened. He was asking him that question. Out of all the things he had to ask it was that. The worst time the Shire had been in and he was asking for an explanation for that.

Gandalf send a worried gaze at the hobbit king now wondering if he really would faint. He knew of what had transpired to make hobbits distant from others, hiding themselves and not trusting anyone outside their kin except for the people in Bree and the rangers but even they didn't know so much about hobbits, they never had their full trust.

After swallowing hard he spoke "The goblin attack." he mutterd.

"What?" the dwarven king frowned in confusion at the hobbit king who was turning pale.

"The goblins, our sworn enemies had attacked from the inside of the Shire, the center of the kingdom: the castle." Gandalf was really worried now. Bilbo never talked about this, not to anyone, not even to those close to him. His mind never made him forget, life in the Shire would always remind him.

"They came unexpected, it was a great surprise. We weren't ready and the result had lost more lives than we ever thought we could loose, so many deaths, they were close to slaying the king but failed in the end but a lot of us weren't so lucky" he held back the tears that threaten to spill from his eyes "The Shire went into mourning and depression, it was the saddest years of our lives, the goblins swore revenge for beheading their king but we did not realize it would lead to..." he trailed off looking down. He could no longer continue. This was the most talking he had done about the goblin attack.

A voice he didn't bother to recognize asked "Did you loose somebody too?"

He felt his heart swell with pain. He remembered the loss of some of his playmates, so young and innocent, he felt almost guilty surviving and then there were his maids and servants, he was close to some of them and then they were just gone. Massacred.

"Yes, I lost a lot of people" was the reply.

Gandalf put a hand on the hobbit king's shoulder giving it a comforting squeeze. No child should have seen that much and loose so many. The dwarrows noticed the house Bilbo had was big, too big for just one hobbit to live in. They figured he wasn't always the only one living here and felt sympathetic for the hobbit.

"That's why the kingdom never held any business with other races, they feared the same thing would happen if they made any contact with the outside world. They were forever scarred from the goblin experience, scars that never healed" Bilbo shuddered "It got worse when the Fell Winter came, we were still weak when the Shire froze over, thankfully the neighboring hobbit lands came to our aid" he said remembering the Tookland and Hobbiton forces arriving then "But it was too late"

"Too late? Too late for what?"

"Weak and still recovering and growing weaker thanks to the winter, we were vulnerable and close to helpless and the wolves had came to hunt the defenseless hobbits." Bilbo was suddenly feeling lightheaded. His head was flashing images of wolves growling and glaring gruesomely at him. The image of his mother coming in front of him and yelling for him to run. The scream of pain was somehow still so clear to him.

"Tragically they were followed...by orcs."

He heard a few gasps and curses but ignored it and went on. His head would not stop flashing back. The vicious roar coming from the miserable creatures riding on those dreaded wargs, the fear the ran through his veins at that time, his father running towards him as he stared down at the lifeless body of his beloved mother, the red crimson stain on the white snow.

"We were attacked once again, we had one, we were safe, we had little loss compared to the goblin attack, we could recover..."

Bilbo saw his father being pierced through his chest by a spear, he heard the screams that erupted from his mouth, he saw him being taken away by General Scrotto who told him not to look and saw knights fighting the orcs along with the Tookland and Hobbiton forces.

"But we had lost something important."

He felt the world spinning and his ears ringing. He felt the need to lay down and pass out. This was all too much. It always happened when he remembered the attack or had nightmares about their deaths.

"The orcs had killed the king and queen, right in front of the little prince."

Btw: Wargs are what orcs ride, Wargons are what hobbits ride. They aren't canon but let this slide please? Wargons are my own creation.

To one of the guest who's review made me tear-up: Thank you! I thought everyone would hate this story for it being so different from the normal fanfics. And of COURSE Bilbo can fight. He just doesn't do so often cuz he's got like guards around him and no hobbit really has any intention of killing one of their own -as Tolkien portrayed them to be the goodness of men- and especially their King. The only time he had ever fought was during the goblin attack -which is not canon as i made it up for the sake of the fic-.